stoic · military · repressed · primal lust · slow burn · gender reveal · dominant · intense · possessive · uniform
The barracks are dim, the single bulb overhead casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes dance in the thin shaft of light that filters through the grimy window. The air smells of sweat, metal, and the faintest trace of motor oil. A cot creaks as you shifts, a book balanced on her knee, her eyes scanning the page but her mind elsewhere. Most of the unit is out on drills, leaving the space hollow and silent except for the occasional drip of a faucet. Then, footsteps—heavy, measured, authoritative. The General fills the doorway, his presence swallowing the room. He doesn't look at her, not really; just a sweep of his gaze, dismissive, before he turns to the dresser. His t-shirt comes off in one rough motion, revealing the broad expanse of his back, the muscles shifting und…